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Buddy Brown

Screw The H.O.A

 

Screw The H.O.A

(album: Deep South - 2019)


Tell me them cops ain't pulling in here for me
I'm on the front porch hitting that bottle and I got my feet
Kicked up, with the radio up loud
Oh sheriff looks like he wants to throw me down
Ain't that sweet

Well I never seen such a fuss
'Bout 14 trucks and a bunch of whiskey turning up
At 3AM in my front yard, but here we go

And I ain't never moving to the subdivision ever again
And screw the H.O.A. for even calling this in
We're cooking burgers in my drive
Disturbing peace, hell it's Friday night
You're missing out and you're just jealous anyway
So screw the H.O.A.
Yeah screw the H.O.A.

Last week a man came by about my grass
He told me it's too high, I said kiss my ass
Ain't you got some football on TV
That you can watch, don't bother me
And we ain't spoke till the cops showed up tonight
Figures, right?

And I ain't never moving to the subdivision ever again
And screw the H.O.A. for even calling this in
We're cooking burgers in my drive
Disturbing peace, hell it's Friday night
You're missing out and you're just jealous anyway
So screw the H.O.A.

No I never seen such a fuss
'Bout 14 trucks and a bunch of whiskey turning up
At 3AM in my front yard, but hell who knows

But I ain't never moving to the subdivision ever again
And screw the H.O.A. for even calling this in
We're cleaning big bucks in my drive
Disturbing peace, hell it's Friday night
You're missing out and you're just jealous anyway
So screw the H.O.A.
Oh screw the H.O.A.

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